This morning my memoir "Blood Brother: The Gene That Rocked My Family" was published. I'm feeling a combination of tired and giddy, having risen at 5 this morning. I'm writing this as I'm on a plane to Rochester, sitting next to two lovely elderly women, one of whom is reading her Kindle. Already, friends and family and other writers have been emailing to congratulate me. I am so lucky to have such supportive people in my life. One of the things the experience of writing this memoir taught me, and the painful experiences that led to the book, is how kind and helpful people are.
It looks like my laptop is running out of juice. I'll check in later.